the tree
When I was 3, I found a seed from a tree.
I go home and plant my little seed.
It shall be my tree.
When I was 6, daddy had to hit me.
So I cried, next to my little tree.
Oh why did he hit me, little tree?
When I was 9, daddy was drinking again.
so he called me names and hit me again.
oh why does he hate me, my litlle tree?
When I was 11, I started high school.
At school a girl told me, I wass fat and ugly
so I tried to get skinny and didn't eat
I sat by my little tree; why am I so fat and ugly little tree?
When I was 13, I sat by my tree.
I havent been happy, so I took a blade across my skin.
isnt that beautifull, my little tree?
When I was 15, I had some pills.
Look what I have, my little tree!
but they didn't kill me. why little tree?
When I get 17, I'll go to my tree.
I wrapp a rope arround it and stay on a chair.
look I have a new neckless my little tree.
I have to go, goodbye all the things that hate me
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04-04-2014
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wauw, kippenvel!
meisje... - 05-04-2014 om 19:35